Muhammad Ali was a fighter. He didn't let anything or anyone bring him down. He played his life like a game of chess. Saying things like, "It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe," manipulating his outside factors to create a chosen circumstance for himself.

After a long-time search for the pebble in my shoe, I have answers. Cutting to the chase, I am excited and scared to say I am about to embark on a journey that will allow me to practice the asana again, run again, handstand again, roll around the floor freely if I wanted to, and some other unmentionables.

Having to let go of all of my yoga classes, I already feel so unwanted and helpless. Not having much time to think about this, I'm just trying to stay focused on the ridding of that pebble in my shoe to give me the ability to tackle those mountains. The overwhelming support I've received from doctors, yoga community, family and friends, they've reminded me of that Goddess Warrior I am. She is primal, sexy and flirts with her pray. Grounded, she fills a room with roots, flowing gracefully between the branches like the wind, and with precision, strikes as fast as a scorpion.

Being a bit immobile, often times we turn to boxed foods for convenience and fall in to depression from lack of stimulation. To keep myself stimulated, I will start a blog right here called, Road To Recovery: The Remodel. Setting myself up for success with goals of a healthy diet and production through my recovery, I am accepting that I am human and want to eat pizza while I lie lazily on the couch binge watching GOT.

Having gone through surgeries and recovery time with issues many times before, I want to share this story of a journey for those who may be going through something similar and feeling lost or embarrassed about the many things that come up that are seemingly awkward and not normal, like getting a yeast infection from antibiotics. It may be nice to know that is completely normal if it happens, avoiding a scare. Who knew!